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Saturday, July 29, 2017

Thanks
for having me today! I’m so excited to be sharing my new release, LICH QUEEN,
book three in the Blood Canticles series. Anyone who had to deal with me while
I was writing this book (friends, family, co-workers) will know I was
completely obsessed with it. I love writing Dawn, and her story has so many
elements I just love writing in general – ghosts, private eyes, and creepy
shenanigans! And anyone who had to deal with me while I was waiting to hear if
the book had been accepted, knows I was a total bundle of nerves the whole time
(my fiancé is a patient man). For some reason I was convinced I’d get a “no” on
this one. Don’t ask me why. It just seemed like maybe Dawn’s story, which gets
bleak, might not be a good fit.

But it’s
not just bleak! Like the other Blood Canticles books, there’s friendship,
mystery, action, and a lot of coffee. If you like your urban fantasy filled
with those things (and a side order of zombies, vampires, and demons), you’re
going to love LICH QUEEN just as much as I do ;)

Her partner is dead, her career is
on the rocks, and Dawn fears she herself may no longer be human.

While she struggles with the
aftermath of a vampire attack, dead bodies are going missing around Fort
Rosser. A demonic plot is brewing, and Dawn and her friends may be the only
ones who can stop it. If they can stop fighting each other. And if Dawn can
conquer the growing darkness inside herself.

Vampires and demons were just the
beginning.

Excerpt

They had to press themselves to the wall to get
around the zombie. Dawn kept her gun trained on it the whole time, just in
case, but it didn't so much as twitch. It felt like stopping it had been too
easy. Her nerves were singing by the time they reached the landing. Another
dark hallway stretched out before them, dented metal doors on either side. Dawn
noticed with a chill that a lot of the doors looked like the damage had come
from the inside.

"There's an open unit up ahead," she
told Rhys, watching Eddie drift along, leaving a trail of caramel-tobacco in
his wake. "They let some of the less dangerous patients mix freely during
the day."

They'd been in there, on that long-ago murder
investigation. It was a big enough room, still lined with basic tables and
chairs where patients could sit and read, or play card games, or just ... sit.
It was a favorite spot for urban explorers to visit, because the masonry was
still pretty sound, but the room itself was a wreck, offering the right balance
of damage and security for would-be YouTube stars.

Was she supposed to? Seeing ghosts was bad
enough, Eddie excluded. She didn't want to start 'feeling' zombies. She shook
her head, focusing on Eddie again.

Sure enough, he stopped by the door to the open
unit. Those demonic symbols were gouged into the door, deeply scarring the
metal. Her pulse raced as adrenaline flooded her. She could hear something on
the other side of the door – a muffled mix of footsteps and low, strained
voices. She adjusted her grip on her gun, palms sweaty. She carried a
standard-issue Glock, six rounds. It had always felt like enough before
tonight. Now she was down to three.

"Any last minute advice on dealing with
the undead?" she whispered to Rhys.

"Don't," he said.

She wished he didn't think he was so funny.
Eddie beckoned her to the door, giving her a look she knew well. Caution, mixed
with determination. She didn't need to hear him speak to know what he was
thinking. Go time, Dawn.

She nodded at him.

Isaiah's mocking laughter filled her head.

The way into my parlor is up a winding stair...

"So cliché," she said, earning a
strange look from Rhys. She answered him with a smile that felt unpleasant.
"Go time," she said, and eased the door open.

Naomi likes writing, perfume,
fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars,
not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she
learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography
writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's
hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If
the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and
silently plotting her next book.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Dan and Brad
take a trip to New Orleans, hoping to rekindle the romance in their committed
relationship, but Dan is captivated by Paul when he lands in front of the sexy
bartender.

Paul sees the
sub in Dan begging for some control. Caution to the wind, Dan takes Paul up on
his dominant-style offer.

Dan's breach
of monogamy creates a deeper rift in his relationship with Brad, but Dan's not
ready to give either man up. If only he could have Brad and Paul, too. But he
can't, can he?

Does Paul
know the secret to making all three of them happy?

PG Excerpt

The parade of
pub-crawlers appeared suddenly, like an unexpected storm on a sunny day. A
stranger wearing a brightly colored scarf grabbed Dan’s arm and pulled him
along. Dan laughed and called out to Brad, “Hey, I’m being abducted. Come
along. It’ll be fun.”

Brad screamed
something back. Dan could hardly hear him over the thumping music of the street
performers, but he saw Brad vigorously shaking his head and mouthing the word
“no”.

His boyfriend
could really be a downer sometimes. Lately, it had been most of the time. Or
maybe it just seemed that way because they were living together now. Dan had
thought he knew the real Brad, but the old saying turned out to be true: you
never know someone until you live with him. Dan had his own set of bad habits
and quirks, but unlike Brad, he was open to compromise. Despite Brad’s
resistance to letting go and having a good time, Dan loved him and would do
anything to make their relationship work.

Adult Excerpt

Dan finished
his drink. Time to leave. But suddenly the sexy bartender was on the wrong side
of the bar, and Dan couldn’t move if his life depended on it. Paul leaned back
and thrust out his hips showing off the imprint of a hard, swollen cock behind
the denim. His black T-shirt was so tight, Dan could see the outline of nipple
rings underneath. A dirty smile played across Paul’s face.

Dan breathed
in Paul’s spicy exotic scent, a mix of cologne, testosterone and sweat, and a
magnetic pull of sexual chemistry bound them together. The nose knows.
An ache throbbed between Dan’s legs. He wanted Paul and damn the consequences.
Paul returned the heated look. Or did he?

Maybe I’m
imagining it. No. It’s real.

Dan tried to
keep his calm as the bartender eye fucked the shit out of him. Paul’s lust was
obvious and hot as hell. Dan’s libido went into overdrive. His cock ached with
need and frustration. If Paul told him to strip right here he would probably do
it.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Despite her strict upbringing and meddling family, Glynis Coleman has entertained fantasies of being flogged all her adult life. But until she decided to answer an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. And guilt over them led her to teach history in a Catholic high school, thus decreasing her chances of meeting anyone interested in indulging her secret desires.

Asa Baker, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and he loves to use a flogger. Asa has been searching for the woman of his dreams, and it doesn’t take him long to realize he’s found that woman in Glynis. Now all he has to do is convince her of the same thing.

EXCERPT

I’m shivering although the room is not cold, and once again I’m seized with a desperate urge to cover up. His jaw goes slack, and his gaze roams over my naked body. Either he’s a fabulous actor, or that unbridled lust is real. It can’t be, can it? This beautiful man, who would have to do no more than crook his finger at a woman to have her, is gaping at me?

“Damn. I had no idea you would be this sexy in person.” He crosses the space between us in two strides. “You agreed to sexual touching if it came to that, correct?” The question is almost desperate, and I have to force back a moan.

“Yes.”

“I use condoms. And I have no diseases.”

“I have none either.” I’ve barely had sex. Should I tell him that? This surreal moment is more than I’m able to handle. My pulse is racing.

He’s still staring at me, glancing up and down my body. Now, he walks around me, and this is more than I’m equipped to deal with. My legs are trembling. They won’t stop, no matter how much I will them to.

“You are stunning, Glynis. Absolutely beautiful.”

I stay silent because the simple truth is that I don’t believe him. But despite that, when he pushes up against my backside and wraps his arms around me, I cry out softly at the intense arousal coursing through me.

“I’m going to flog you with each of these floggers you chose. Your lovely, round ass will be pink, then red and puffy. By morning, it will be bruised and purple. You will have trouble walking.”

Those words wash over me, sending chills up and down my spine until I’m arching my back so my ass rubs against the bulge in his leather pants. I imagine him holding me down and fucking me senseless, after he flogs me until I can hardly breathe. My pussy contracts in tiny spasms, and my clit throbs.

“What do you think about that?” His voice is deep and sultry in my ear, and his breath hot against my skin.

“I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Good girl.” That silky phrase sends more shivers down my spine, as if hearing it confirms everything I’ve ever wanted in life. I want to hear those words again, over and over.

“And, if you’re a very good girl…” He cups my breasts, and I moan loudly as fireworks explode inside my head. “I might fuck you, too.”

“Please,” I whisper, unable to stop the word before it leaves my mouth.

His soft chuckle plays over my senses, rendering me helpless in his arms. This is what I’ve waited for, right here and now. It finally has a name, a tangible image, and a scent. I’ve been searching so long I didn’t believe I’d find it, but I was wrong. It exists. It’s real. He is real.

“Let’s see how the flogging goes first.” When he steps away, the sense of loss is overwhelming. The room is suddenly cooler. This time, I do wrap my arms around my body but only because I miss the warmth of his touch. My own arms are a poor substitute.

Note:
Sinful Pleasures will be available through all main online bookstores in print
and digital on the 20th of August.

Excerpt
from The Pier By Night by Janine
Ashbless:

“What do you want to do now?” James
asked, as they came level with another set of concrete stairs leading back up
to the promenade. The question was lightly posed, but it seemed to carry an
unconscionable weight. Maz looked sideways at him, rearranging the tickling
strands of her hair back from her face one more time. Her body knew exactly
what it wanted to do. Her body seemed to belong to some other person—someone with no
memory, no ties, no guilt. Somebody who had lived all her life here, in the
sun, on the beach, far away from any home or husband.

How easy it would be to do something
irrevocable. Something that would tear down their carefully ordered world.

Indoors, it was surprisingly quiet and
empty. The sun must be keeping everyone else outside. After the blaring pop
music of the pier and the excited children on the beach, the dimly-lit
faux-rock tunnels, with their windows onto pellucid underwater landscapes,
seemed like another planet.

Maz and James took their time. She
hadn’t been kidding about how much she enjoyed displays like these. The glowing
pools drew her, and the fact that James was beside her only heightened the
sense of dreamlike intensity. He would touch her occasionally—a hand on the
small of her back, a finger brushing her wrist, the gentlest of clasps upon her
upper arm as he pointed out a delicate seahorse among the reed grass. There was
a quiet intimacy to it that made her shiver and blush and lose focus.

She could feel her whole body thrumming,
as if she were lambent with arousal.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Geeky CAD technician Jack Monroe is
bi-curious, but after he falls head over heels for a certain curly-haired
construction surveyor, he’s ready to admit he’s gay. Too bad Alex James is
straight and has a girlfriend who keeps him on a short leash.

Jack is determined to meet other gay men, but
after a few dates from hell, he's ready to give up. Then he meets Richard
Caldwell, part owner of the exclusive Gentlemen’s Club where wealthy members
can make their dreams come true. Richard takes Jack under his wing and offers
him a chance to act out his fantasy with an Alex lookalike. Nobody can replace
Alex, but knowing the real thing is off-limits, Jack accepts the offer. When
the real deal shows up, Jack is convinced that Alex is only there for the
money. But sometimes dreams do come true.

But then, Jack had pretty much hated gym
class all through school. Always the smallest kid in the class, and the last
picked for any game, he’d shied away from any kind of sports. He preferred to
have his nose buried in a book rather than broken on the hockey field, and he
couldn’t hit a baseball to save his life. At least no one ever bullied him, but
no one wanted to be his friend either.

High school was more of the same. While the
other guys tried out for football or screwed as many girls as they could, Jack
spent his time studying or on the computer. What made it even worse was his
sister had been a top-notch gymnast who’d almost made it to the Olympics. Lucy
had gotten the best of the Monroe gene pool. Their parents had avoided
comparing them, but sibling rivalry was inevitable. Jack couldn’t help swinging
back and forth between admiring and detesting Lucy. To this day, they barely
spoke and only saw each other on the holidays. His fault, not hers.

Jack pulled into the parking lot of the
Liberty Gym, but he didn’t turn off the ignition.

I can still change my mind. I don’t have to
go in.

He’d almost turned back twice already on the
seven-mile drive from work to the gym. Still undecided, he sat behind the
wheel, thinking.

What the fuck am I doing here? Maybe
twenty-eight is too damn old to start acting like one of the guys.

On the other hand, Jack was sick of being
some kind of bibliosexual freak. All those years spent reading about other
people’s lives, and he still had no idea who Jack Monroe was.

Will the real me please stand up?

A knock on the car window interrupted his
thoughts, and Jack’s head jerked up.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Lucy Felthouse’s Rubenesque erotic romance
novella, Mean Girls, is now available
in audiobook format. Narrated by voice artist Xanthia Bloom, you can now listen
to this sweet and sexy curvy girl tale on the go!

Mean
Girls Blurb:

Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy
chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But
she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but
she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center
that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it
all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.

As the bullying of Adele becomes worse,
Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get
into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such
a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and
unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to
know her better. Much better.

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic
Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name.
She owns Erotica For All, and is one
eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out
more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for
automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to
her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

In the ultimate battle between good and evil, Nicole is in a race to stop Keitus before he achieves his plans. If he succeeds, he will crush everyone who has opposed him and enslave Earth and countless other planets. Unfortunately, he is only minutes away from his goal.

With so much at stake, Nicole and her friends must approach Helen, a volatile and dangerous spirit who will probably destroy them regardless of whether she gives them what they want. And the chances of her helping them are slim.

Fast-paced and epic magical fights, exciting plot twists, and non-stop action and adventure await. So sit down, buckle up, and hold on for the explosive, much-anticipated conclusion to the award-winning and bestselling Mosaic Chronicles.

Discern and Praxis (first two books in the series), Hope(less) and (Mis)fortune by Melissa Haag, other titles by other authors, bachelor of science degree from Katon University, coloring pages, word search, fantasy illustration by Andrea's husband (James E. Curwen, professional illustrator), maps illustrated by Andrea and her husband, etc.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Andrea Pearson is an avid reader and outdoor enthusiast who plays several instruments, not including the banjo, and loves putting together musical arrangements. Her favorite sports are basketball and football, though several knee surgeries and incurably awful coordination prevent her from playing them.

Andrea graduated from Brigham Young University with a bachelor of science degree in Communications Disorders. She is the author of many full-length novels (the Kilenya Series and Mosaic Chronicles) and several novellas. Writing is the chocolate of her life - it is, in fact, the only thing she ever craves. Being with her family and close friends is where she's happiest, and she loves thunderstorms, the ocean, hiking, public speaking, painting, and traveling.

The author is offering a download bonus to readers who download WITHHOLD the day of the book blitz. The bonus includes the first two books in the series, free books by other authors, illustrations, maps, and more.

Withhold will be $0.99 through the pre-order period, and until the end of release day, July 18. On July 19, it'll rise in price to $1.99. On July 21, it'll rise in price to $2.99. On July 22, it'll go to full price ($3.99).

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

Andrea will be awarding a $50 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Daulphina’s father, the king of Asteria, has always wanted a male heir. Unfortunately for him, Daulphina’s magic means that will never happen unless her bastard half-brother displaces her on the throne. But she’ll take on all the gods herself before she lets that happen. He isn’t nice enough to be a good king.

But apparently, the gods don’t like being challenged because she’s flung across the void and into the dumpy old trailer and chiselled body of Joshua Killenyen, a rodeo bull rider from Alabama. With nothing to eat but Frosted Flakes and no knowledge how she got there, she better find a way home before she gets her head stomped in by the bulls she must ride. Or her brother will take the throne and reduce her people to slavery. Remember, he isn’t nice.

Excerpt Three:

I dreamed I saw myself cowering in the corner of my bedroom, dressed only in my shift. Well, it looked like me with my long curly blonde hair and slight built, but somehow, I wasn’t inside the dream figure. I was watching as if it were a play. My eyes were wide and looking wildly around the room. The door opened, and my maid Sylvia came in. “Your Highness, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“I have boobs, that’s what’s wrong!”

By Cernuous, was I watching Joshua inhabiting my body?

Sylvia sighed. “Your Highness, I know things would have been easier for you if you had been born a man, but isn’t it time you dressed?” She held up one of my favorite green dresses. It had leaves and purple flowers embroidered around the edges.

Joshua put up his hands. “I ain’t wearing no dress! Oh, God, how did I get here? And where the hell is here? This sure as hell ain’t my trailer!” He looked around at the large canopy bed, its woodwork carved into a pattern of dragons; the two huge wardrobes with matching dragons on the doors; the ornate chairs covered in embroidered silk; and the marble fireplace. “Looks like some Louis XIV’s palace or something.”

Sylvia’s face creased with concern. “Your Highness, are you all right?”

He wrapped his arms around himself. “Hell no! Haven’t you heard what I’ve been saying? Somebody turned me into a woman!”

Sylvia set down the dress and felt his forehead. “You don’t feel like you have a fever, but . . . should I fetch a physician?”

“No, fetch whoever turned me into a goddamned woman and make him turn me back!”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jamie began writing stories about the man from Mars when she was six, and she never remembers wanting to be anything other than a writer. Everyone told her she needed a back up plan, so she pursued a Ph.D. in American literature, which she received in 1998. She started teaching writing and literature at Auburn University. One day in the midst of writing a piece of literary criticism, she realized she’d put her true passion on the backburner and neglected her muse. The literary article went into the trash, and she began the book that was to become her first novel. She writes about the fantastic . . . and the tortured soul. Her poor characters have hard lives. She still teaches writing and literature at Auburn University. She is the mother of a grown son.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

When veterinarian Brett Coulson and stable
owner Samantha Hanson-Bishop meet, it’s hate at first sight. He thinks she’s a
snobby, stuck-up bitch who wouldn’t know nice if it bit her on the backside.
She thinks he’s a blundering, inexperienced little boy who shouldn’t be within
fifty miles of her prized horses. But it doesn’t matter much—they’ll never have
to see each other again. Or will they?

When fate throws them into the same room
together at a charity fundraiser, the resentment between them quickly
resurfaces. But mixed in with that resentment is something they both tried to
deny… attraction. Will the chemistry between them cancel out the animosity, or
were their first impressions just too powerful to change?

Note: On Her High Horse was previously published in the Coming in Hot
Boxed Set.

There was a knock at the door. Brett looked
up from where he was transferring hand-written notes onto the practice’s
computer system—he hadn’t yet gotten comfortable with taking the iPad out on
calls. He was paranoid he’d drop it in a cow pat, or worse. “Yes, come in!”

One of the veterinary surgery’s
receptionists—an efficient blonde called Natasha—sidled in, a wry expression on
her face. “Hi, Brett. I’m really sorry to bother you, but there’s a woman on
the phone, and she’s being, um, rather rude.”

Frowning, Brett replied, “Who is it? And
why is she being rude?”

Natasha blew out a breath and shrugged.
“She won’t tell me what the issue is. Won’t even tell me what animal she has.
She just keeps saying she’ll only speak to a ‘trained professional.’ I don’t
know who it is, either. All I know is her first name is—”

“Uh, yeah. How did you know? Oh God, I
haven’t gone and insulted one of your friends or something, have I? I didn’t
mean to, honestly. It’s just she’s being a bit difficult…”

“Natasha, don’t panic. She’s no friend of
mine. I’ve never even met the woman. Besides, if she was one of my friends, I’d
be giving her a bollocking for being rude to one of my staff, wouldn’t I?
Anyway, if it’s the Samantha I think it is, then she’s being very difficult,
and you’re being overly polite. Andrew warned me about her.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. Bloody typical that she’d phone
while he’s away. The man barely ever takes a holiday, and now he finally has,
his most awkward client is on the blower. He damn well owes me one after this.”

“If she’s a regular client, how come I’ve
never spoken to her before?”

Natasha gasped. “But he never gives out his
mobile number to clients. He’s very strict about that—always asks us to take a
message and if it’s urgent, pass it on to him directly.”

“Yeah…” Brett scratched his head. “He
didn’t say much about her, beyond that she can be difficult. Honestly, I was a
bit distracted when he mentioned it so I wasn’t paying a great deal of
attention. I wish I’d asked more questions now, but I never thought I’d have
the misfortune of having to deal with her.”

“You haven’t, yet.” Natasha raised her
eyebrows and jerked her chin towards the phone on his desk.

“Good point.” He gave a wan smile. “Suppose
I’d better find out what she wants, hadn’t I? If she’s special enough to have
Andrew’s precious mobile phone number, then I ought to keep her sweet.”

“Probably wise.” Natasha left the room,
closing the door behind her, but not before Brett spotted the slight smile on
her face. Relieved to pass on the bitchy customer to him, no doubt.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the
phone. “Hello, Brett Coulson speaking. How can I help?”

“Oh,” came the reply, “Brett. Ah, yes.
You’re the other vet, aren’t you? Jolly good. Know what you’re talking about,
do you?” The woman’s accent was posh, southern. Like she’d been to a finishing
school or something.

Gritting his teeth, Brett then pasted a
smile on his face, hoping it would be apparent in his tone, despite the daggers
he was actually staring at her through the handset. “Yes, I most certainly do.”
Should fucking do, after five years of training and the same again working in
the profession. I’m not on bloody work experience here.

“But you sound so young.”

Glad she couldn’t see him, Brett rolled his
eyes. Her problem obviously wasn’t an emergency, the way she was waffling on,
time-wasting. “I’m almost twenty-nine, Mrs…”

“Is there something I can help you with, Ms
Hanson-Bishop? Only I’ve a call to go out on in a few minutes.” He couldn’t
help the emphasis he’d put on the Ms. It could be construed as sarcastic, but
it was still a damn sight more polite than anything he really wanted to say.
Would she just get to the point already?

“Yes, yes, of course. That’s why I’m
telephoning. I just wanted to make sure I was speaking to someone who actually
knew what they were talking about. Clearly your receptionist doesn’t know
anything about animals, much less my thoroughbred horses.”

Ah, okay, that made things clearer. The
stuck-up, posh bird ran a stable. Now the haughty attitude made sense—she was
entitled, bored, and thought she was better than everyone else. Wanting to
defend Natasha—who was, in fact, very knowledgeable about animals, it being
part of her job and all—Brett had to bite his tongue. If the woman, however
snobby and irritating, ran a stable of thoroughbreds, then she was no doubt
bringing plenty of money into the practice. They were doing okay, but the loss
of a big customer without a replacement wasn’t something they’d be able to
sustain for very long. And word of mouth was very important in this game—he
didn’t want her bad-mouthing him or the surgery.

*****

Author
Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author
of erotic romance novels Stately
Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics
That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book
2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The
Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding
in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over
160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica
For All, and is one eighth of The
Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for
automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to
her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter